Country houses, walled gardens, hidden orchards, sparkling prosecco, crisp white wine, picnics, potato salad, cornettos and 99s, sitting in the sun.
It’s what bank holidays are for.
Cooking: Risotto
Watching: A Bond film, any Bond film will do…
Listening to: The Wombats
7pm, Wednesday evening: Delivering leaflets in the rain with Steve. Warm sense of satisfaction, if a bit damp.
9:10am, Thursday morning: Get in the lift at work - its just me, George Osbourne and my big ‘vote Ken’ sticker.
6:00pm, Thursday evening: Leafleting outside the tube station, reminding commuters just coming home to go and vote […]
Giant inflatable food invaded Trafalgar Square for St Georges Day. It was a bit like a country fete but with less grass, no games and very much more random.
With the first day of proper sunshine yesterday most of London rushed to the nearest open space, lay down and drank pimms. A […]
I’ve been out leafleting for Ken this afternoon - delivering leaflets along the local streets, to the houses that were clearly built to be occupied by one family but which no contain three or even four flats, which must be tiny. To the houses where the dogs bark quite excitedly, having been brought up […]
No blogging last week* as I was busy being distracted by visitors from foreign climes, one actual American, two ex-pats who live there and a Swede (from Sweden not the vegetable) were visiting.
I’ve got lots of half formed thoughts floating around about polling - I took part in an IPSOS/Mori poll the other day; about […]
More wine than can be reasonably drunk, beer from the nearest off-license, as many bottles of cava has can be carried, a potent fruit punch – twice, *lots* of cake, even more friends, one surprise special guest. Mix well, do not shake.
Pictures: to follow
Lovely: to see you all
Still: definitely only 21.
In the supermarket world Waitrose is the preserve of grannies, yummie mummies and the well off. I’d been tempted in there on Thursday evening by their easter egg adverts, looking for one of the Mr Potato Head ones for Boy.
But despite its impression as a genteel place to shop, the easter egg aisle […]
I think I smelled spring today. Just the faintest hint of it in the air, but the promise of it was on the wind.
Looking forward to:
Summer
And sunshine
And pimms
Walking to work the other day, on the corner of the Lambeth Bridge roundabout stood a man, dressed in army fatigues, a grey t-shirt and a hat, swearing very loudly. When he wasn’t swearing he was swigging from a can of Fosters, it was 8:55am.
Fortunately, the pavements around the roundabout are quite wide and […]
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Lake Kielder , originally uploaded by London Girl.
Living in London you can sometimes be left with the impression that it snows in England but once a year and then it never settles. […]